These all sound amazing and I'm in loveeee with the titles you chose :ooo
Hello!! I have successfully finished (1) semester in a poetry stream and am officially calling myself a ~poet, so let’s chat about some of the poems I’ve written recently! TW: A lot of my poems deal with difficult subject matter, such as suicide, animal abuse, death, sexism, murder, and captivity, so please tread with caution if these are sensitive topics for you.
1. the birds
About: After a woman’s suicide, birds flood from her neck.
I wrote this poem for a class, where our prof gave us 20 different prompts, and each line of the poem had to follow each prompt. In that order. You can read the prompts HERE if you’re so inclined to actually do this! This poem was originally called “Blessing of the Bird”, but in revisions, got knocked down to “the birds”. I actually prefer the original for its imagery, but it overall, was a horrific poem lol, and this version is certainly much better! It is a bit quirkier than the original, but I do like it!
Publication status: Currently seeking
2. TRANSCRIPT: orca’s coffin birth kills a man (2002)
About: An orca whale posthumously testifies on a recorded transcript, defending her innocence in the accidental killing of a man after she gave a coffin birth.
I also wrote this for my poetry class, and I really went wild on the concept! This poem arose quite bizarrely, but it is probably my favourite poem I’ve written to date. It is an incredibly sad, and I would say, disturbing poem, but it was fascinating writing a speaker who can’t possibly exist, but who feels so real at the same time. This poem was difficult because of the content, but I wrote it quickly because I was on a deadline. I think this poem has some of my favourite line breaks from my collection of work.
Publication status: Currently seeking
3. the drive-up microphone at burger king
About: A group of friends orders food at an underwater Burger King drive-thru with the body of a person they’ve (sort of?) murdered in the backseat.
This poem is so weird. :) I don’t even know what this poem is, but I love it. :) I wrote this in a night for a magazine’s very fast approaching deadline. I’m so happy I had that opportunity because this poem was born, and it’s so delightfully strange. I can’t wait for everyone to be able to read it!
Publication status: This poem is forthcoming in the next issue of carte blanche (I am SO excited and grateful)! Will post on here when it drops.
4. my body in the mirror of a gas station water bottle
About: A speaker watches her body in the reflection of a gas station mirror as it is scrutinized by men.
I started this poem back in July but didn’t finish it until November or so. It’s more lyrical in style, which is interesting to compare to my other work!
Publication status: Currently seeking
5. The last time I screamed I said water
About: A woman is held captive and bonds with her captor by eating salt.
I wrote this poem in 5-minutes in a desperate break from a really… boring take-home exam lol. It’s obviously very dark in content, but focuses really on this “salt ritual”, and is actually the name of the chapbook I am working on! This chapbook contains all of the poems I’ve written recently, including ones that have been published (at Grain and Augur ! <3) which means it’s very chaotic and varied but that’s how I roll! This poem actually stemmed from the title, which I’d had lying around in a document for a few weeks, and easily materialized from there!
6. we drink.
About: Champagne, the patriarchy, some murder & cannibalism vibes
I truly don’t know what this poem is about! But I wrote it tonight in 5-minute fashion like I apparently now do with poems! :) I actually really like it and wish I could explain what it is actually about but I :) do not know :) ! It’s very short, my shortest poem yet, but I really love her! Definitely works particularly with “the last time I screamed” !
Publication status: Currently seeking
That’s it for this update! When I write more poems, I will be back!
–Rachel
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A collection of horror stories set in the mysterious town of Fell Island, told by various characters in a small diner on the edge of town. To scare, or to entertain—at its core, these stories serve as a distraction from the fact that once they get past the entrance, they can’t seem to get back out …
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Hi, my name’s Deau! Welcome to subtlefires, my writeblr!
Introduction
I’m nineteen years old [twenty on 27 Dec!]. I’m nonbinary [they/them], Black, and bisexual. I’ve been lurking in the writeblr community for six-ish months now, and I’ve decided to start my own! I haven’t written much in the way of prose since I was fourteen, so this blog will also [hopefully] get me back into that.
I am mostly into reading and writing fantasy of any kind - especially that which deals with godhood, traumatized characters, found family, and some criminal activity [especially when screwing with the government]. I very much enjoy complex relationships between any set of characters. Parent and child? Lovers? Best friends? Enemies??? *chef’s kiss*
Almost all of my wips are in some form of disrepair, either lacking in worldbuilding, plot, or characters, so I don’t have intro posts for them yet! But I’m finding myself pretty motivated these days so keep a look out!*
Trust and believe, I love to talk, so feel free to send an ask in or message me or whatever! I’m in desperate need of more mutuals to gush over so… *eyes emoji*
My Wips
A Cacophony of Mirrors
A surreal fantasy story set in the fictional town of Farley, Massachusetts.
Erica Bennett, who has been missing for the past ten years, suddenly reappears bloody and unconscious in the woods, mirror shards spread in a perfect circle around her body. Ayla Hughes, your local gas station attendant, just wants to get her degree and move far, far away. She wants forget all about missing girls and mysterious notes left behind and terrible dreams, but something is holding her back. Is it the town? Erica’s unsolved disappearance? Or something a bit more… fantastical?
trigger warnings: emotionally abusive parents, dysphoria, blurring reality and fantasy
WIP Tag | WIP Page
The Legend of the Crow
A high fantasy novel set in the world of Rusaris, after the first war between the Gods.
This story centers around one of four sacrifices made to the Betrayer God during the First War. We witness them crawl from their early grave alongside the others after one hundred years asleep. The All Mother, the Goddess of Creation, descends to grant the sacrifices immortality and the status of Saints, if they agree to live in her service to prevent another war amongst the Gods. We follow Asphodel the Crow as they search for the lover they lost and save the fallen kingdom of Vysteria.
trigger warnings: violence, light gore
WIP Tag | WIP Page
Psychic Nights
An adult-oriented mid-fantasy novel set in the world of Vesuvia.
Caralise Tryvern is in her final year of schooling to become a High Priestess, the highest rank a witch can achieve, when she discovers a magical conspiracy amongst the very witches she seeks to join. Now on the run from the government, Caralise and her partner, Tobiah, traverse the world searching for anyone they can trust to help them out of the mess they’ve found themselves in.
trigger warnings: none as far as I’m aware, feel free to ask me to tag anything in the future!
WIP Tag | WIP Page
The SS Pavona
A science-fiction story set in the Quisari Solar System.
This story follows the crew of the SS Pavona as they are finally able to take a deep breath after escaping from Blackstorm, a maximum security prison on the outskirts of the solar system. These five strangers have just risked their lives for one another, for their freedom - but they don’t know each other, really. In fact, they don’t know much at all; not about each other, not about themselves, not even the reasons they were sent to Blackstorm in the first place… We follow the crew of the SS Pavona as their collective and individual pasts come back to haunt them. Are they truly willing to risk their lives for one another again?
trigger warnings: none as far as I’m aware, feel free to ask me to tag anything in the future!
WIP Tag | WIP Page
Other Stuff
Here’s my Wattpad, where I may or may not be drafting and posting chapters of the above wips, poetry, or concept pieces. Here is my writing tag as well, on the off chance I decide to post excerpts and things of that sort on tumblr, too. Also, my project page which lists all of my current wips with links to their individual pages.
Thanks for reading this far! I know this intro is long, haha. Here’s some of the blogs that inspired me to do this in the first place: @vitrichor | @sprigofbasil | @alicewestwater | @elaichichais | @heartwarning
* this post will be changed and updated in the future as I, undoubtedly, change my mind about things, add/remove trigger warnings, or generally add other bits of information!
Thank you @glasshouses-and-stones and @comicgoblinwrites for tagging me. Even though I should be writing a production proposal for Macbeth this afternoon for my
cw: alcohol, mild sickness
ok at this point if my characters just spoke normally that would actually interest me.
Tagging: @orphanheirs, @noirwordsmith, @writingwithsnails, @mintyswriting, @tildeathiwillwrite, @icarianauthor, and @holdmyteaplease, to share (aprox.) seven lines of their work if they’d like!
Thank you @mcplestreet for tagging me!
goals: Finish outline for Draft 2 of Project Istanbul, share with beta readers, then begin writing Draft 2. Also reread Hamlet and Macbeth.
productivity tip: Caffeine (obviously), YouTube videos of typing sounds, 'office ambience', mild jazz. The Forest app for timed sessions―this is fun because you 'grow trees' each productivity sprint. I've also heard the Pomodoro technique is useful.
current project: Project Istanbul― literary noir/mystery/thriller novel set in Istanbul, Turkey. Check out my recent wip intro post for details.
exchange something: Some jazz for you: "Générique" by Miles Davis
quote: “Curiously enough, one cannot read a book; one can only reread it. A good reader, a major reader, and active and creative reader is a rereader.” ―Vladamir Nabokov, Lectures on Literature
Leaving game open for whoever wants to play!
It’s been some days. What have I been doing—ha! actually writing! How relieving. The weather’s cold and I’m enjoying scenic walks to my local cafe, strapped w my laptop and headphones.
A bit early perhaps, but is anyone doing NaNo this year??
What’s this?! “Hold Me Under Till I See the Light,” my most recently published short story, is available to read online in TNQ for free! I had no idea the story would be made available to everyone, but I was so excited to see it there today. If you want to give it a read, I don’t know how long the story will be available for non-subscribers (might only be around a week), but it is probably my favourite story I’ve ever written so if you want to read it, now is your chance!
–Shaelin
June 3, 1938 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941) originally published: 1953
student writeblrs! what are your writing plans/goals for the rest of your break? my plan is to finish drafting/editing a climate change short story and submit it to some literary magazines and hopefully, hopefullyyyy.. draft chapter eight of my lit-fic novel which keeps. not. working. feel free to use this post for accountability! <33
The oak cottage has grown mushy in the rain, susceptible to mold.
The boggy air - a warm, wet rag, plugs my mouth
as I sit and snap split peas into a Blue Black bowl, nostrils blaring
at the stink of rotting leaves.
My hunched figure is molded from swirls of oil, greasy smears
of Yellow Ocher, Permanent Mauve;
colors you’d so thoughtfully selected, seen in me.
Now, under coats of glaze, spotty like a bride’s moth-eaten veil,
I’m just a mute, colorless oval to you.
It’s needless to hide my bloated, decaying face;
you turned away before I could.
writeblr /// tangents about my wips It’s all lit-fic, mystery, and noir around here Project Istanbul
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